"David... I feel terrible..."
Leslie Howard's soft and fragrant body nestled into David Redington's embrace, actively clinging to his shoulder.
The man's originally icy eyes turned into ink-blue lakes when he heard the woman's delicate whimper.
With a large hand holding her slender waist, and the other supporting the woman's tender backside, David Redington prevented her from sliding down.
"I'm here." He said in a low voice.
"Mm, I know... I hid behind the sofa, afraid it wasn't you... Luckily, it was you."
Leslie Howard's mind seemed a bit hazy, her speech was fragmented and disconnected, but if you listened closely, you could tell that even at a time like this, she recognized him.
After Iris Yates left, Leslie Howard endured the unbearable trembling all over her body, left the big bed, and hid away.
Afraid the person entering wouldn't be David Redington, she even turned off the lights on purpose, wanting to lock herself in the bathroom.
